Its been few weeks now,
Words are failing me,
Staining my blotched mind,
Stuck in the air, hot and heavy,
It smells of decay,
Slowly and steadily,
Each passing day,
I can feel the massive columns,
And rising lines watch,
Suffocating, thousands of eyes,
Lights, too many ways,
Yet none, clouds line my lungs,
Dense nicotine, crumbling pieces of world,
Indifferent,
Still no words, darkness grows,
I know its awake, benevolent,
The cosmic city,
Waiting to engulf.
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